New Day, New Beginning

One year and four months ago, July 19th 2014, I went with a group of friends to the Casa Loma Ballroom in St. Louis. We usually did this on a Friday night, but tonight was special as we were going on a Saturday to see the great Miss Jubilee. This was my first time seeing her perform, as it was for the other girl in our group, but our guy friend raved about how amazing she was ever since we agreed to go.
We danced the night away. I had started the evening wearing my high heeled boots, but by the end of the night changed into my more suitable red converse.
Nearing the last few hours of the night, I retreated to our table in a dark corner of the room. The girl in our group however was still going strong asking every guy in the big ballroom who looked like he knew what he was doing to dance. She continued trying to convince me to ask someone to dance, and would point out guys for me to ask. But I was content in my dark corner watching the other dancers and contemplating how I could improve.
I was thinking so hard I almost didn't notice her come up to me once again, or the boy standing next to her in a white button up shirt and cargo pants. I looked up smiled in politeness, assuming this was a friend of hers. Because why would anyone drag a complete stranger over to meet me sitting here in the dark corner of the room? Only to find out she was that kind of person.
She smiled rather slyly as she looked at me and looked at him. Finally to break the silence the boy looked at me and asked if I would like to dance. My heart fell hard like a rock into utter embarrassment, and ached for what my friend was doing to this boy. She was always very outgoing, too much so in my opinion.
I stood up and took his outstretched hand and let him walk me to the dance floor. As soon as we were out of ear shot of my friend I apologized for her. "Is that her name?" He asked, seeming to simply laugh it off.
I planned for the end of the song to say it was nice meeting him, and to walk away before he had a chance to awkwardly run away and never speak to me again in this life time. To my surprise, it didn't quite go the way I thought it would that night..
When the song ended, I looked at him smiling, I said it was nice meeting him, but before I could walk away, he asked, "I don't suppose you would be interested in dancing to this next slower song?"
My heart stopped and leapt simultaneously. Without saying a word I nodded and took his hand. I barely left his side again that entire night. He was entering his senior year in high school, he wanted to be a doctor. The unfortunate drawback was the music was so loud we couldn't always hear what the other said.
One of the greatest memories made that night however, was during the band's break they played Moves Like Jagger. And we had more fun than ever embarrassing ourselves in front of each other, without care that we would make a bad impression.
 I was wearing my hair tied back in a pony tail that night, but my bangs still swept in front of my face and tickled my nose, once I went to push it back behind my ear again that night but he reached out and brushed the lock of hair out of my face himself. I had never been so head over heels before, and such a simple gesture could make my heart soar. I still remember clearly the feeling.
I had begun thinking, that if we parted without way of communication tonight, we would likely never see or hear from each other again. I was beginning to work up the courage to ask him for his phone number, so that we could keep in touch and maybe see each other again. Before I did, nearing the time of the night he had to leave, he took both my hands in his and I took a deep breath as he did, he looked at me with his dark eyes and said there was one thing left to do, he wanted my phone number. With great excitement I gave it to him and watched him leave.
Before the night was over, he texted me. The exact first text we shared with each other;

Hey this is philip, your dance partner, if this is lily and i actually got your number right please tell me so i can know, thank you

 Why yes, this is Lily. Your dance partner. ;)

 We haven't gone a day without talking to each other since that night. And we have been seeing each other every chance we get. About four months ago, June 19th, we officially started dating, after I finally wkrked up the courage to ask him, in none other than that same Casa Loma ballroom.
I've been told by many people, over and over again, that he's good for me, that I am happy around him, I am a different person when he's around. I don't really need to be told though, I always knew this was true. All I can hope is that I do as much for him as he has done for me.

Taken October 31 2015, Atlanta, GA